?The files please.? She rushed over and placed them on the table in front of him. ?First we have Chris. 26 year old male. Six feet three inches... brown hair, green eyes, Caucasian?an aspiring artist. We love the arts, such an amazing talent to be able to capture beauty. Tell us Chris, why have you agreed to help us.? Chris shifted up in his seat glancing around the room. ?Honestly Dr. Gruber I need the money. I want to open my own gallery and with the amount you are paying I. Big, strong as a bull, gentle as a lamb, and has a fifty word per day limit." Kirstin, you're giving me a side-ache!" complained Morgan through her laughter. "I can't believe how you joke about these things. They must be serious to you." Well, if I didn't joke, I might cry, and what good would that do?"Morgan got control of her laughter, and commented "You're not like your mother. You don't rule your house, do you?" No. I made up my mind long ago that I wouldn't be like her. At least not that. Me- “okay. Ill meet you out by the swings, you able to sneak out?”Ali- “hell yeah, besides your gf is at it right now with her toy, and first it was weird but now it just makes me mad.”What a bitch. I grabbed my dry hoodie and threw on some basketball shorts. Even though it had rained it was still about 75 outside, I wouldn't be surprised if we had thunderstorms tonight. I left some low music playing in my room and some pillows under the covers to make it look like I was asleep. I came out to. It is you! I thought so, but you were jogging so fast that I wasn't sure. Yep, it's I! I'm doing my morning swim, except this is the first time I've ever seen anyone up here at this time. Usually, I have the place to myself. I'm condo sitting for my sister and her husband for a year. They're in Barcelona, and won't be back for ten more months. So this is my morning routine. But, I've been away for a couple of weeks.To be honest, if I thought someone would be here, I wouldn't wear my Speedo, or.